&& The doodled hearts aren't big enough to keep everything in.
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&& the doodled hearts are only on paper, but i have one too.
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&& the doodled hearts are only on paper, but i have one too.
what am i doing?!?!?!
By sammib307 on June 14th 2009, late evening.on topic Doodled Hearts
i draw my doodled hearts all over my paper... his name lies in the middle... it speaks to me... it calls to me... i doodle more around the name and mark the name with tatoo's. i think of your blue eyes and what you mean to m-
no... i can't love my best friend
no... i can't love my best friend
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By Angel-of-Chaos on June 16th 2009, the wee hours.
on topic Doodled Hearts
on topic Doodled Hearts
Doodled hearts everyone knows what you mean, but nobody knows who they are for. A symbol of love, lust, or a crush you stand out on my paper. Showing the world that I love someone, leaving it up to me to tell them who. Each trace with my pen symbolizes the layers of love I hold for someone dear. I love you doodled hearts and all you represent.
I don't usually doodle hearts, because it seems sort of a curse. You take your time to doodle sometimes adding your name and someone elses, and the next thing you know that person has feelings for someone new. Plus then people always ask, who's that for? Do you have a crush?
I don't usually doodle hearts, because it seems sort of a curse. You take your time to doodle sometimes adding your name and someone elses, and the next thing you know that person has feelings for someone new. Plus then people always ask, who's that for? Do you have a crush?
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Never Enough
By AnAverageGirl on June 16th 2009, evening time.on topic Doodled Hearts
The doodled hearts have never been,
They've never been ENOUGH.
They're pretty and cute,
But,
The doodled hearts don't hold my soul,
They don't capture who I am,
They've never known true happiness
They've only known my pen.
The doodled hearts have never been,
And still will never be,
The doodled hearts are NOT enough,
To hold a you and me.
They've never been ENOUGH.
They're pretty and cute,
But,
The doodled hearts don't hold my soul,
They don't capture who I am,
They've never known true happiness
They've only known my pen.
The doodled hearts have never been,
And still will never be,
The doodled hearts are NOT enough,
To hold a you and me.
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Doodled Hearts
By Poetic Drug on June 20th 2009, the wee hours.on topic Doodled Hearts
This doodled heart of mine cannot contain you, my pain, and my happiness all at the same time... One of you is going to have to go...
I've known my pain for too long,
I love it too much.
I can't give it up.
What about happiness?
Well, I 've only known her for a while... she comes and goes and is a clean house guest.
I think she'll stay.
That leaves you.
There isn't enough room for you...
The paper isn't big enough to contain you,
the heart I drew is too small for you to
be the man that I want you to be inside of it.
Go, I'll set you free.
That's what you wanted isn't it?
To be free from these doodle walls,
From from the erasure marks of my past...
You never wanted to be here,
it was just a place I happened to draw you in.
I made the mistake of drawing you in pen...
I've known my pain for too long,
I love it too much.
I can't give it up.
What about happiness?
Well, I 've only known her for a while... she comes and goes and is a clean house guest.
I think she'll stay.
That leaves you.
There isn't enough room for you...
The paper isn't big enough to contain you,
the heart I drew is too small for you to
be the man that I want you to be inside of it.
Go, I'll set you free.
That's what you wanted isn't it?
To be free from these doodle walls,
From from the erasure marks of my past...
You never wanted to be here,
it was just a place I happened to draw you in.
I made the mistake of drawing you in pen...
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By HayleyMai on June 21st 2009, mid-afternoon.
on topic Doodled Hearts
on topic Doodled Hearts
Intoxicating fumes
burst out from doodled hearts
liquid,
red,
vapid to my lust
unjust
clogging up a room
and draining out my mind
thousands of melting hearts
etched through scent and shape
into my worried little head
useless
futile
relationship impossible
two sides of a world
improbable
spacey,
scattered
distracted
wanting the hearts to be more
than a portal
to my soul and thoughts
clean brush strokes
on peeling cardboard
don't bring people
transporting only thoughts
from grey matter to this world
mysterious
longing
who is it ?
where are they?
the doodled little hearts useless in my plan
not enough to express my lust
but to much for me to trust
burst out from doodled hearts
liquid,
red,
vapid to my lust
unjust
clogging up a room
and draining out my mind
thousands of melting hearts
etched through scent and shape
into my worried little head
useless
futile
relationship impossible
two sides of a world
improbable
spacey,
scattered
distracted
wanting the hearts to be more
than a portal
to my soul and thoughts
clean brush strokes
on peeling cardboard
don't bring people
transporting only thoughts
from grey matter to this world
mysterious
longing
who is it ?
where are they?
the doodled little hearts useless in my plan
not enough to express my lust
but to much for me to trust
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Doodled hearts torn apart
By Gypsy-Girl on June 25th 2009, late afternoon.on topic Doodled Hearts
doodled you name again and framed it with hearts
thought of you all during class you were in all of my dreams
I think of telling you how I feel
but that would make it all to real
so I keep going on thinking
of you in my mind and my dreaming
The very next day
i see you in the hall way
you were with another girl
i went into a ball and curled
doodled hearts torn apart
paper rips and pages bleed
ink pools on the table
my heart is also torn apart
but my heart aint doodled
I cause pools of blood
thought of you all during class you were in all of my dreams
I think of telling you how I feel
but that would make it all to real
so I keep going on thinking
of you in my mind and my dreaming
The very next day
i see you in the hall way
you were with another girl
i went into a ball and curled
doodled hearts torn apart
paper rips and pages bleed
ink pools on the table
my heart is also torn apart
but my heart aint doodled
I cause pools of blood
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Ink
By orangefairy on July 4th 2009, early morning.on topic Doodled Hearts
I used to do that all the time. names and initials and secrets written on my hands, desks, paper, books. Was it validation? I don't know, I can't tell what changed. Why i don't do that anymore. Or maybe I do.
Subtly.
I leave his name in conversations, unrelated, i leave his name in quotes, on webpages, in my diary, on my work.
"This is dedicated to..."
Guess things haven't really stopped. Just...changed the medium. Every time i wrote you a poem, it was a carved heart into a plastic tree, a cyber memorial, and it will be there forever.
Now we move on, and new names contintue the cycle. I still doodle, I doodle poems about addictions that he gave me, enthuse about passions he turned me on to. I rage at injustices for him, and all over the world, there are no tiny letters, his initals written by me, but imprints of my love are stamped over my world, in my friends and in everything i touch.
Subtly.
I leave his name in conversations, unrelated, i leave his name in quotes, on webpages, in my diary, on my work.
"This is dedicated to..."
Guess things haven't really stopped. Just...changed the medium. Every time i wrote you a poem, it was a carved heart into a plastic tree, a cyber memorial, and it will be there forever.
Now we move on, and new names contintue the cycle. I still doodle, I doodle poems about addictions that he gave me, enthuse about passions he turned me on to. I rage at injustices for him, and all over the world, there are no tiny letters, his initals written by me, but imprints of my love are stamped over my world, in my friends and in everything i touch.
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